Chapter 579: A Swollen Face

"Probably not many of you here know who I am. I’m Jedediah Scott’s daughter."

Jedediah Scott?

A buzz of discussion immediately filled the venue.

"Jedediah Scott’s daughter? Is she here to cause a scene?"

"This is it, a real scoop!"

"A scoop, you say? You think you’ve got the guts to report on it?"

"Melody Monroe, we were practically sisters once. I treated you like family, but you destroyed my home. And now you stand here, hiding behind that innocent mask. And this bastard... so young and already so scheming. I guess you’ve taught him well."

Melody Monroe suddenly walked toward Yasmine Scott.

The people nearby immediately parted, clearing a path.

Yasmine Scott watched Melody Monroe approach, completely unfazed. ’With so much media, so many people here, and so many more watching the livestream, I refuse to believe Melody Monroe would dare to do anything to me.’

Melody Monroe raised her hand and slapped Yasmine Scott hard across the face!

Yasmine Scott was stunned by the slap.

"Apologize to my son right now! I don’t care what you say about me, but you must apologize to my son!"

"I..."

SMACK! Melody Monroe raised her hand and slapped her again!

Yasmine Scott’s face was already swelling. Melody Monroe had hit the exact same spot, making one cheek pale and the other bright red. What a spectacle.

"Apologize!"

"I won’t apologize! If anyone’s going to be apologizing, it should be you, on your knees, begging for my forgiveness!"

Melody Monroe raised her hand for another slap.

Yasmine Scott’s body tilted to the side, crashing into a camera.

The person who had come with her was scared stiff, not daring to move a muscle.

’Melody Monroe must be crazy. Isn’t she afraid of the exposure?’

’Isn’t she afraid of damaging her reputation? She’s a celebrity, isn’t she?’

’Hitting someone in public like this... she must be throwing her career away.’

At least, that’s what every member of the press was thinking at that moment.

"Yasmine Scott, why on earth should I apologize to you? You know better than I do what happened that night, don’t you? Me, destroying your family? Wasn’t it you who wanted me dead? Who wanted to make my life a living hell?"

"You..." Yasmine Scott’s gaze faltered.

She didn’t dare meet Melody Monroe’s eyes. She knew about Melody’s hypnotism.

Eileen Scott had suffered because of it last time. It was terrifyingly effective.

"Why don’t you dare to look me in the eye?"

"Scared?"

"Or have you done something to feel guilty about?"

"Go on, say it."

Faced with Melody Monroe’s relentless pressure, Yasmine Scott grew visibly more frightened.

The scene made everyone realize there was definitely more to this story.

Yasmine Scott struggled internally. ’Impossible. Melody can’t possibly know I did it. If she did, she would have retaliated when she was thrown out of the Scott Family.’

’No, just because Melody didn’t know back then doesn’t mean she doesn’t know now.’

"I have never regretted giving birth to my son. No matter who his father is, he is my son, and my love for him is not the least bit diminished. Sometimes, life is more melodramatic than a drama. I’m sorry to take up everyone’s time to handle some private matters."

Everyone watched with rapt attention, anticipating what would happen next.

"I’ve never been one to put on a persona. Even though I’m an actress, I want to be myself when I’m not on screen." After speaking, Melody Monroe gestured to Keith Coleman.

Keith Coleman waved his hand.

A tall, thin man walked in.

Upon seeing this person, Yasmine Scott’s expression instantly froze.

’How did Melody Monroe find this person?!’

"Rose, please take Ian to rest." Melody Monroe walked to her son’s side. She took his hand and placed it in Rose Shaw’s. "Be good now. Go rest for a while."